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... rtificial glare, a false twilight painted in hues of rust and radiation. But in the slave districts, where the Empire's eyes grew thin, shadows stretched long enough for a rebellion to begin.
Kiro crouched beneath a ruptured pipeway overlooking the northern Imperial supply outpost—Outpost C-97, a logistics hub feeding ammo and plasma cores to the city garrisons. Guarded, but not fortified. The Empire never expected slaves to fight back.
They would learn.
Behind him, the f ...
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